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epidemiology2016-10-01 12:21 pm
construing) wrote in epidemiology2016-10-01 12:21 pm
( open. )
CHARACTERS: gwen; you
DATE: first week of perdition's rest
WARNINGS: nerdery probably
SUMMARY: catch-all
gwen, however, wouldn't mind some comped drinks. ( the comped board is how she knows she's not in new york anymore. )
it doesn't take long to rig. drums and their like are ubiquitous everywhere. human or not, everyone likes to wail on things. she manages to borrow one, rig together two more, borrows a line of bottles which she fills to different amounts under miz poppy's skeptical eye, arms herself with sticks then takes the stage.
it's not quite a drum kit and the event is definitely not a rock show. but gwen plays. she adopts jazz infusions, incorporates rock leanings or mixes both depending on requests. she shows off: tossing the sticks high to beat the skins with her hands before catching them; drawing recognizable tunes from her line of bottles; listening to songs hummed or sung to her by the qorral once or twice, then evoking them with flair from her drums.
she plays for the rowdy and mellow alike. she volunteers herself for those who'd like musical accompaniment on stage. she drinks and takes requests and is as relaxed as she ever is, more at home behind the instruments where they take the focus: she only facilitates the music. ]
pavitr would be feverishly drawing star maps. peter, version ham, would have found pork somewhere probably to her eternal disgust. gwen's fingers trip across the wristband of the dimensional travel device. she misses them. pavitr and peter, billy, anya, everyone else. it feels weird. being stuck in an alternate universe without the spider-crew. just her and ( a ) spider-man.
so many times she felt alone. for the first time, she is alone. gwen fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket.
when she hears someone underneath, she looks down. stranger or friend get the same greeting, ] Nice night.
DATE: first week of perdition's rest
WARNINGS: nerdery probably
SUMMARY: catch-all
SALOON.[ performers wanted, huh? the times that spider-woman would break onto a television set to show off for the cameras have long since been left in the past. spider-woman, consummate performer that she is, is not a gimmick. she can't afford to be.
gwen, however, wouldn't mind some comped drinks. ( the comped board is how she knows she's not in new york anymore. )
it doesn't take long to rig. drums and their like are ubiquitous everywhere. human or not, everyone likes to wail on things. she manages to borrow one, rig together two more, borrows a line of bottles which she fills to different amounts under miz poppy's skeptical eye, arms herself with sticks then takes the stage.
it's not quite a drum kit and the event is definitely not a rock show. but gwen plays. she adopts jazz infusions, incorporates rock leanings or mixes both depending on requests. she shows off: tossing the sticks high to beat the skins with her hands before catching them; drawing recognizable tunes from her line of bottles; listening to songs hummed or sung to her by the qorral once or twice, then evoking them with flair from her drums.
she plays for the rowdy and mellow alike. she volunteers herself for those who'd like musical accompaniment on stage. she drinks and takes requests and is as relaxed as she ever is, more at home behind the instruments where they take the focus: she only facilitates the music. ]
CHURCH.[ gwen stacy ( wearing a massive cowboy hat because of course, she got one ) is on the roof. how did she get up there, you might ask? the old-fashioned way, actually. by climbing ( and not the wall-crawling way, either. ) her backpack sits with her as she sits on the edge, her feet gently swinging in the cool evening air. her head is turned up; she studies the night sky, the unfamiliar constellations.
pavitr would be feverishly drawing star maps. peter, version ham, would have found pork somewhere probably to her eternal disgust. gwen's fingers trip across the wristband of the dimensional travel device. she misses them. pavitr and peter, billy, anya, everyone else. it feels weird. being stuck in an alternate universe without the spider-crew. just her and ( a ) spider-man.
so many times she felt alone. for the first time, she is alone. gwen fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket.
when she hears someone underneath, she looks down. stranger or friend get the same greeting, ] Nice night.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.[ what it says on the tin! or ask for a starter and I'll get that to you :'> ]
( closed | jin )
“What are you doing there, son?” “I’m digging a hole to China, dad.” [ gwen whistles under her breath. ] China and half the solar system. This planet’s gonna be a donut.
[ environmental concerns have to be briefly put on hold. hopping off her perch ( and falling an impressive amount of feet without harm, ) gwen straightens and looks around. her fingers curl around the edge of her hood, pulling it away from her face. her phone she switches from camera to flashlight. ]
If I were an old abandoned record, where I would be?
tumbles in
[Bright light in your face in the shadowy dusk from someone he hadn't spotted falling neatly from the sky? Jin's reflexively pointing his bow at the source, poised to fire in case of a threat, but, well, shooting on instinct worked real well last time: Spider-Woman escapes projectile-less today. He raises an eyebrow and lowers his weapon, eyeing her with curiosity.]
It's you. Unicorn lady.
[Close, Jin, it's spiders and she's a '-woman'.]
You're Audentes too, yeah? What're you doing out here?
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Come on, man, really? I got spiderwebs on my elbows and my hood. How do you not get the spider vibe?
[ because that's the priority here.
she drops her hands after he lowers his weapon, neither moving closer nor back. she avoids bullet on the regular so arrows don't figure all that high on the list of possible dangers. neither does she think he's another itchy trigger finger mcgee. his hands are far too steady. but still. better show she's not a danger. ]
I'm guessing I'm out here for the same reason as you. Enjoy the wildlife. Snap some pictures. Discover old, lost data discs. You know. The usual.
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[he's still a little bitter about it tbh.
fortunately, gwen's caught him post-trigger fingers: having to deal with alastair for several weeks now has cooled him down a little. he's prepared to snark right back until the mention of the data discs catches his attention:]
Enjoyed the murderous wildlife more than I've wanted to, don't have a camera. Tell me about the data discs. You find anything yet?
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and yes, she sounds all too happy to meet a familiar — "familiar" — face.
in the running as least thanked superhero/vigilante, gwen does not expect a thank you and she skips right past the blithe "you're welcome" that would normally follow the lack of. she swings the light around, careful to avoid jin's eyes. her blue-soled feet exhale little puffs of dust when she walks. ]
Not yet. Figured I'd do a little snooping first in case any had been unearthed. But it looks like we'll have to do a little digging ourselves.
[ — get it? since the qorral did most of the digging? yeah, he gets it. ]
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[Enough of that, though. They may as well work together on this, since they're here-- he follows in the tracks that she's leaving, creating his own clouds of dirt as his ALASTAIR-issue shoes scuff the dirt.]
Familiar territory for you, then, huh? Or are you not that kind of spider-person. [Jin sets his bow on his back: the faint blue glow that runs along the bowstring isn't helping as much as having both free hands for fragment-hunting will.] You got a name besides that, right? Tell me it's not Spider-person.
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her stride remains uninterrupted even as she continues without looking. spider-sense stops her before she plummets off the edge of the earth. gwen points the light, but the hole is too deep and the phone's flash not powerful enough to penetrate. it's a lot like staring into the void.
always wondered what that would be like. ]
Looks like we got two options. A) take the long way through the mines down. Or b) jump and halve that trip. How are you with heights?
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When the sudden drop stops them, however, Jin takes a tentative few steps around Gwen to peer into the abyss. If she can't pick anything out of that all-encompassing darkness, he sure can't, either.]
Convenient.
[He kicks a rock over the edge of the cliff face to judge the distance: for a moment or two there's the faint sound of the dirt around it crumbling down the side, but there's no telltale thump that'd signal the rock itself hitting bottom.
that's.... not ideal. at all. his expression's cast in shadow with only the dim lights around them, but he definitely isn't looking especially confident about any of this.] There's a plan C, right?
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So which will it be, partner?
[ if she's supposed to be concerned by such a steep drop, she clearly hasn't been informed. ]
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...
He's not scared of heights.
He just doesn't especially like them.]
I'm gonna regret it, but let's take the shortcut. And not break every bone in our bodies.
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[ gwen holds it out to him. when he takes it, she grabs him by the wrist. in a single smooth motion, gwen lifts him over her shoulder, picking him as though he weighed nothing more than a toddler despite outweighing her and also having easily half a head over her. ]
If you get dizzy, just close your eyes. And do not drop my phone, [ she warns him, ] or we're going to have problems you and me.
[ — and she steps right off the edge. ]
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It's not flattering.
At all.
He doesn't, however, drop Gwen's phone, which-- small blessings? Probably? Sure. He's too startled by the sudden drop to let his vicegrip loosen, and, when they land, Spider-Woman, Shaolin-guy, and phone are all intact, save for the blows to Jin's ego. And as soon as she's letting him down, Jin's making a rather disgruntled face in the darkness, dusting himself off huffily.]
You could give a guy warning!
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Besides, [ she proceeds once her phone is safely cradled back in her hands; she takes the time to elbow him playfully in the side, ] then I wouldn't know you make for a great tenor.
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We're still looking for these holodiscs. My fabulous career in music's gonna have to wait.
[The bottom of the crevasse is an even inkier black than the top: the light of Gwen's phone, once again, is the only relief from the darkness.] Too bad you don't have spider night vision along with the webs.
[...] Or do you?
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[ you'd think she's joking. you'd think. ]
Not a replacement for night vision, though, [ she proceeds breezily. ] So phone will just have to do. At least I remembered to charge it.
[ gwen peers at it. ]
It's currently at…ninety-two percent. So my thought: we look until it's at forty-six, then turn around. I don't have a problem with the dark or enclosed spaces, but I'd rather not get lost in a dark, enclosed space. I'm already getting enough bad horror movie vibes from this place.
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[Jin shakes his head, squinting into the dark.]
All righty, then. Forty-six-- [he cranes his neck to look over Gwen's shoulder at the percentage, then frowns:] forty-five percent. That's plenty.
[He takes some tentative steps around the area: he's not much bothered by the claustrophobic area that surrounds them, but it is a pain in the ass.]
Watch yourself. There's a lot of broken pieces of old equipment lying around.
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Still as long as you're not the funny one in your group, I think you have a chance. [ aka she'll call dibs on being the funny one. because she's a pal.
gwen shines the lights on the walls and ceilings before returning it to the floor for the sake of their feet. it slopes down gradually at first, then more steeply. the deeper they venture, the cooler and damper the air around them. the smell of earth is strong for, well, obvious fucking reasons. still. gwen wrinkles her nose. ]
This is kind of amazing in a "we're gutting this planet like it tried to kill Uma Thurman on her wedding" way. [ the walls echo her voice back to her. ] By the same logic, also kind of really messed up.
How deep do you figure these tunnels go?